<p>TOM: I know I'm not very popular. I don't give big parties. I suppose you've got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends--in the modern world. </p><p>GATSBY: I've got something to tell YOU, old sport</p><p>DAISY: Please don't!. Please let's all go home. Why don't we all go home?</p><p>NICK: That's a good idea. Come on, Tom. Nobody wants a drink.</p><p>TOM: I want to know what Mr. Gatsby has to tell me.</p><p>GATSBY: Your wife doesn't love you, she's never loved you. She loves me.</p><p>TOM: You must be crazy!. </p><p>GATSBY: She never loved you, do you hear? She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!</p><p>TOM: Sit down, Daisy. What's been going on? I want to hear all about it.</p><p>GATSBY: I told you what's been going on, going on for five years--and you didn't know.</p><p>TOM: You've been seeing this fellow for five years?</p><p>GATSBY: Not seeing, No, we couldn't meet. But both of us loved each other all that time, old sport, and you didn't know. I used to laugh sometimes. To think that you didn't know.</p><p>TOM: Oh--that's all. You're crazy! I can't speak about what happened five years ago, because I didn't know Daisy then--and I'll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of that's a God damned lie. Daisy loved me when she married me and she loves me now." </p><p>GATSBY: No. </p><p>TOM: She does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn't know what she's doing. And what's more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.</p><p>DAISY: You're revolting. Do you know why we left Chicago? I'm surprised that they didn't treat you to the story of that little spree.</p><p>GATSBY: Daisy, that's all over now. It doesn't matter any more. Just tell him the truth--that you never loved him--and it's all wiped out forever.</p><p>DAISY: Why--how could I love him--possibly?</p><p>GATSBY: You never loved him.</p><p>She hesitated. </p>